Along.

On and on I go,
day by day I grow.
With the time I flow,
from the Sky Falls snow,
a graceful event to witness,
like the dance of an actress.
Let it be known,
there won't be a cyclone.
My age and the weather,
will go altogether.
Seasons may change,
it's not something strange.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter,
has been there altogether.
Child, adult, old,
it's a stage to behold.
Age and season are proportional,
nothing is exceptional.
Year by year time passes,
so does our age abridges.
Let's all be strong,
and with the time GO ALONG.
©susanoo